Donne, the delight of Phoebus and each Muse br Who, to thy one, all other brains refuse; br Whose every work of thy most early wit br Came forth example, and remains so yet; br Longer a-knowing than most wits do live; br And which no affection praise enough can give! br To it, thy language, letters, arts, best life, br Which might with half mankind maintain a strife.